The-rub

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The Rub

Title text: Wow, uncle murdered your Dad and now you've killed your friends and family? That's a real bump in the ol' bowling alley, Hamlet.

Votey

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Sometimes I wish you could just get shakespeare in plain modern language, so you can tell what's going on.

Are you crazy? Have you read this stuff?

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To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream-ay, - there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause-there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life.

Do you know what "the rub" is? It's a lumpy patch in a game called bowls.

So, rephrasing, it's something like "sure, I could end my suffering with death, but the real bump in the bowling alley is maybe after death everything sucks too.

Wow, archaicism and complexity are doing some important work.

He literally wrote a whole sonnet about his dick and nobody notices.

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(sonnet 136 is the poetical equivalent of a dick pic)

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